At what point did we all turn into butterflies and fly up to the moon to marvel at it's beauty. When did we all agree to stay and walk across the craters with bare feet, reliving those days when we were young and the stars were angels singing a lovely song. Why leave this remarkable place, when there is room for us among the stars of the vast galaxies. I don't know when. I don't know how. And I don't know why. But I couldn't be bothered enough to care, for I am in my rightful place, among the mighty warriors of the sky. And we watch over you.